True Monarch Kong Yu's words meant that Crystal Ancestor's sense for the situation was a little lacking.
However, True Monarch Wuchen objected. "I was going to ask sooner or later. It's just that... Young friend Qu has used up too much. Let's not affect him for now!"
"How is it only too much?" Qu Jianlei gave a wry laugh and casually closed the Space Rift.
In this battle, his consumption really had not been small. Not only had he forcefully withstood Heavenly Tilting's fluctuations, he had also had to feed blood to the Creation Compass!
The consumption in these two areas had actually been about equal, and the latter's input-output ratio had also been extremely low.
The one comforting thing was that the compass had finally recognized the situation and was no longer so haughty.
Or rather, since a path dependency had already formed, there was no longer any need to keep things hidden.
It had already lost face once. If it lost face a couple more times, how big a deal would that be?
Later, when Qu Jianlei was locked in a standoff with the fusion-point energy, the compass had taken the initiative to ask again and again: I want it, I want more, keep giving me more...
Qu Jianlei had almost been driven mad by it. He thought to himself that, at this point in the resistance, having it around did not seem to add much, and lacking it would not leave much missing either.
But Little Sister noticed the whole process—he really had no idea how she had cultivated such a bizarre sensory ability.
Then she skillfully started making dirty jokes. "When an unromantic female cultivator begins to taste the marrow and know its flavor... Little Qu, you'd better satisfy it."
"This isn't the Manual of Imperial